Some people might say my life is a rut
But I'm quite happy living with what I got
People might say That I should strive for more
But I'm so happy I can't see the point
Something's happening here today
Loud enough for you?
What?
I said, loud enough for you?
You want more money Of course I don't mind...
It's okay. I try not to bite too hard.
Uh, Dad, this is Amanda.
So, what's she been saying about me, then?
Nothing.
Oh, really?
And the rest?
All right.
- Let's have it, then. - Have what?
Are you ever gonna get bored of baked beans?
Look, whatever this is, all right, she doesn't wanna be here.
So you dragged her into it.
And, no, I'm never gonna get tired of baked beans.
I'm still waiting for an answer.
- I'll see you at school, okay, Em? - Wait, Amanda, no.
I told you this was a bad idea.
How'd you know it's not a good idea until you've tried it, eh?
All right, here comes the eggs.
Amanda's dad is in a mental hospital.
Oh.
Mental hospital.
He's been there for four years now.
Five.
You see how she did that?
She deliberately said four to drag you into the conversation.
She's slippery like that.
That I get from him.
Emily thinks I should ask you if you would like to...
Look, never mind.
I'm sure you're extremely busy and I'm probably just imagining it.
Oi. Amanda.
This much I know, all right? You don't think that you're imagining anything.
Now, Emily's no fool, but I'm even smarter.
So let's have it.
What can I do for you? How can I help?
In the five years that he's been there...
...I'm not sure if they've actually been helping him...
...or just trying to see how long they can keep him.
Right, let me guess. A private hospital, right?
Yeah.
It's like he's always medicated.
Never himself.
I just want my dad back, Dr. Lightman.
So, what's up? You gonna let me get that number?
Wayne Dobar.
My daughter...
...is a friend of your daughter.
And she wanted me to come by...
...see how you were doing, say hello, and that, you know.
Oh, silent type.
You're invisible.
So is your fruit.
So are you.
You're invisible. So is your fruit. So are you.
You hate bullies, don't you?
To tell you the truth, I'm not a shrink or nothing...
...but don't they tell you to let your anger out?
You're invisible. So is your fruit. So are you.
You're invisible. So is your fruit.
- Hey! - He attacked me with a knife!
- Stop it right there, Mr. Dobar.
Wayne, put the knife down, please.
Do as Dr. Grandon says, Wayne.
Excuse me, but...
...you see the little loony behind you with the apple?
He's the one that had the knife.
Wayne here's got it because he took it off him.
He was doing your job, big fella.
Weren't you just leaving, Dr. Lightman?
Yes. We know who you are.
- Here you go, doctor. - That's a bit previous.
I mean, the man's scared, he's not dangerous.
His eyebrows tell you that?
This is a psychiatric facility, not a circus.
What am I gonna tell your daughter? Eh?
Nice one.
Let's go.
I can't believe you're doing this, Wayne.
How many times we gonna have problems out of you?
And all of a sudden, I'm interested in you, bozo.
Dream Send me a sign
Turn back the clock Give me some time
I need to break out Make a new name
Let's open our eyes To the brand-new day
You've already decided this Dr. Grandon is hiding something.
Maybe.
- Maybe not. - But you're hoping he is.
Of course I am.
What are you doing?
I'll bet you...
...that Dr. Grandon is on his way here right now.
I know the type.
We have mice?
- Could be rats. - Ever heard of pest control?
- Ever heard of a sporting chance? - That's expensive-looking cheese.
A fiver says that Dr. Grandon will be here within the hour.
Well, why would he do that?
Oh, thank you very much.
Ah.
To make nice. Because I've seen what's going on there.
The last thing he wants is me rattling his cage, right?
Which you've already started to do anyway.
A friend of Emily's asked for my help. I mean...
...everyone needs their dad.
Yeah, but so far, all you've managed to do is potentially make matters worse.
Do we know why Wayne Dobar was admitted in the first place?
Ta-da.
Oh. Long walk on a short bridge, eh?
So maybe Wayne is a nutter.
Thank you.
And here he is.
That's 44 minutes later.
You owe me a fiver. And excuse me?
"Ta-da"?
- I mean, really? - Hi. I'm Gillian Foster.
Dr. Mitch Grandon. How do you do?
I came here to ask the reason for Dr. Lightman's visit earlier.
And if it involved the well-being of a patient or concern of relatives...
...to offer any assistance I can.
Oh, sorry. I was just... I must've drifted off.
Where am I? What did I miss?
We need to be able to tell Wayne Dobar's daughter...
...that he's in good hands.
- I assure you, he is in the best hands... - That money can buy?
Uh, Loker, on your mark, son.
Maestro, over to you.
This is a sad, confused man, just moments away from remorse.
But he's not a violent man. He wasn't gonna jump.
That place that you run...
- Radley. - That's it, yeah.
Pricey?
I wouldn't do that, if I were you.
I'm sorry, do what?
Answer his question with another question. Just saying.
Such as what price does one put on the care...
...and well-being of the mentally ill?
- I wasn't going to say that. - Yeah, you were.
I mean, that's what I would say, anyway. I mean, what else can you say?
Excellent. You read my mind.
Well, now it's time for you to read mine. Go on.
Too hard for you? All right, let me give you a clue, all right?
You run a five-star loony bin in the middle of a recession.
Now is not the time to start bleeding patients.
Have you been giving Wayne Dobar a little bit of the old, you know, woof-woof?
A little extra just to slow down his recovery...
...in the name of good business?
- I beg your pardon? - What Dr. Lightman is saying...
...is since Wayne hasn't shown much improvement in five years of treatment...
...maybe I could help you with a second opinion.
Well, I, for one, thought I was being really bloody clear about that.
Tsk.
Come on.
Please don't. Thoroughbreds can be jumpy around strangers.
So how is my brother?
Dr. Lightman's going back to see him now.
- Didn't Amanda tell you that? - Amanda? No.
Yeah, she asked him to check up on Wayne.
She feels that the doctors might be being a little generous with his medication.
- Is Wayne okay? - He's fine.
So is Amanda in the house, Miss Dobar?
Gina. But I wish you had called ahead.
- I could've saved you both the trip. - So she's not here?
No. She had to go to Maryland. Regional playoffs.
- Volleyball. - Really?
Really.
- She lives here with you, though? - After her father went, uh...
With her mother gone... Childbirth. Awful.
I'm all Amanda has left.
Well, when will she be back?
Is Wayne all right? You're scaring me.
Dr. Lightman and Dr. Foster are doing everything they can.
Thank you.
I warn you, one of the symptoms of Wayne's schizoaffective disorder...
...is often, he doesn't speak at all to people he doesn't trust.
What, you mean like he didn't speak to you earlier?
After you.
Wayne, this is Gill. Gill, Wayne. Wayne, Gill.
Well, you heard the man.
You can leave now.
Are you saying that he wants...?
Are you sure? Wayne.
- Should I leave? - No, I want you to leave.
I want him to trust me, you know. Hang on a sec.
Here.
Can I borrow your lipstick?
I'm doing this right in front of you...
...so that I don't have to ask you...
...to switch it off later and then you don't have to say...
- I can't let you do that. - Exactly.
But, doctor, you just stood there and watched him do it.
Ooh. Juice time.
Here you are.
Right. Well, Wayne, here's to you, then...
...for what you did to fruit bandit earlier.
Do you want some?
What, you don't like it?
You don't trust it?
You don't know what they put in it?
All the more for me, then.
Wayne?
Wayne.
Do you mind?
Oh.
You must miss Amanda like I don't know what, eh?
Well, at least they give you a view.
Or not.
The last time Amanda wrote to you was, uh...? Was it April 10th?
It was months ago.
You're worried about her.
Let's talk a little bit more, shall we?
About your view.
Aye, aye.
Naughty, naughty.
So Amanda's a friend of your daughter?
It speaks.
So you're not only worried about Amanda, are you?
You think that this is your only way out of here...
...don't you?
You're at the end of your rope.
Right.
Go on, then.
Hop it.
This is your chance. Go on. But once you're gone...
...I can't help you.
You're on your own then.
Or stay and he's all yours.
Richmond Dobar, Wayne and Gina's dad.
One of the 10 richest racehorse owners in the world.
Diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia in 1979.
Treated privately in his home, and then two years later...
Found hanging from the ceiling of his condo in Dubai.
Looks like Wayne's condition might be hereditary.
So was there any history of Wayne losing his marbles...
- ...before he walked out on that bridge? - No. At least not on record.
What did you find out from the sister?
Gina Dobar continues her father's work successfully, according to this.
I think Amanda was at the house...
...but she wouldn't let us see her. She kept deflecting the question.
I have to say, Ms. Dobar, I would've expected you to be happy to hear that.
You spent five minutes with Wayne and now tell me...
...that he should be released altogether?
I suppose I'm more confused than anything.
Tell me about the day that he took Amanda out onto the bridge.
There's nothing much to say, really.
I got a call from the police once it was all over...
...and he was already in custody. It was so unlike him, but, uh...
But it all added up.
I mean, family history being what family history is, right?
You know about my father.
Yeah.
Why didn't you tell the truth to my people earlier today?
- Excuse me? - Well, you told them Amanda wasn't here.
And you also ducked the issue of Wayne being overmedicated.
For what earthly reason would they overmedicate him?
I don't know.
Money?
Your money?
But how can Amanda help?
Well, I can't answer that until I've talked to her, can I?
We got lost, right, because we came through a big kitchen...
...to a small kitchen, to like a... What do you call it, then?
- Uh, pantry. - Yeah, one of them.
I'm making conversation to break the ice. How am I doing?
Am I all right?
Amanda...
...Emily's been trying to call you.
You do still want us to help you, don't you, love?
- How's my dad? - He's worried sick about you.
- I'm okay. - Yeah, I can tell.
Don't mind if I do?
My favorite ones.
They're banana nut, right?
Lovely.
So you know what we wanna talk to you about, don't you, Amanda?
The bridge.
He was taking me to get ice cream...
...and the store was just on the other side.
It's not there anymore.
But we used to go there every Saturday.
And he would get pistachio, one scoop...
...and I would get strawberry, two scoops, and sprinkles.
And then it all went pear-shaped, right?
So, what happened that day, then?
I don't really remember.
- It was like a bad dream, you know. - But in spite of everything...
...you still love your dad, right?
It wasn't his fault.
I mean, he's sick.
My mom was bonkers back in the day.
And the thing that scared me most was that...
...that it would run in the family. You know, that I'd end up like her.
I'm not...
I'm not like my dad.
I'm nothing like my mom.
Except, well, if you count the time when I mooned the queen.
- Of England? - Yeah.
I don't know what come over me, really.
Can you tell us why you stopped writing your dad?
I don't know.
- Volleyball, summer school. - Yeah.
What is it you don't want us to see in that book?
Can I have a look, darling?
We won't tell anyone. Promise.
Okay, that's enough.
All right, love.
These are letters from Wayne to me.
Why do you wanna give them to us?
He told me that Amanda had stopped writing to him.
Wayne's a good man.
You'll see.
But he's also troubled.
Like Amanda, I could use some reassurance that he's getting the right help, so...
...anything you need.
I can see why Gina was so anxious for us to see these.
A lot of inconsistencies in the language.
I mean, some reveal moments of lucidity, but most are erratic, incoherent...
...endless digressions, fragments of fragments.
What's wrong?
Nothing. I'm just knackered.
It's like he's on posh drugs.
You know, the sort that shrinks for rich and famous people...
...give their customers to keep them around.
Or Wayne's really not well, Cal.
Cal, please tell me you're not thinking about going to grill Dr. Grandon now.
No, I'm not.
It's late.
I'm tired. And there's nothing we can do now, right?
We have to figure out a way to handle this carefully.
Oh. You think I can't do that?
You can do anything you set your mind to.
- Oh, yeah? - Oi.
All right.
What's in the box, Wayne?
- It's private. - Oh, yeah? Fair enough.
Come on, then. Follow me.
- Where are we going? - I'm taking you home, mate.
So, what was in that juice that I drank earlier?
Dr. Lightman, what are you doing here at this hour?
Well, Wayne is not mental.
So me and him, we're busting out of here.
What does it look like I'm doing?
From where I'm standing, it looks like you're not feeling so well.
Oh.
- Hit me. - One minute.
Get him to a secure room under observation.
Hello, Mom.
Fancy seeing you in here.
You took your time, didn't you?
You look good, Mom.
Death's done you proud.
Oi! Can I have some more drugs in here? Make it snappy.
You always could make me laugh, Cal.
I ever tell you that?
- I don't remember, Mom. - Oh, don't be daft, you.
I remember you used to make me laugh.
Do you remember that holiday we all went on?
It was the three of us, sitting on the beach.
Me, you and Dad.
Watching other people through your binoculars. Remember?
Putting words in their mouths.
Like we could tell what they were actually saying to each other.
"Was that you who made that noise, darling?"
"No, it was the ferry going by. Rude man."
"I didn't know a ferry could make a smell like that."
Why'd you do it, eh?
Do what?
- Paint the living room yellow. - What do you think, you sloppy cow?
I admit Dr. Lightman may be a little unusual.
But this is...
What did you give him?
He broke an orderly's nose.
We gave him a sedative.
Just to be clear, the law says...
You either file a police report or hold him for 48 hours...
...if there's any evidence he's a danger to himself or others.
I know.
I wasn't in my right mind, love.
I honestly don't know what I was thinking.
Well, why didn't you just divorce him or run away?
There must have been someone that could've helped you.
You've gotta stop blaming yourself, Cal.
Do you hear me?
I wish you could see your granddaughter, Emily.
Who's she like?
She's herself. She's like herself.
You're right.
I won't ask. Don't have to say.
She's a little bit like you, you know, maybe.
Don't go, Mom.
Medication time, I hope.
- Come on. You gave him something. - Yeah. A sedative.
- We don't administer hallucinogens here. - You see, I would agree with you there...
...but I just went for a trip down memory lane with my mom.
Thank you so much for that.
Call me if you need me, Dr. Foster.
So you had to come here.
I thought we were gonna wait and do it together.
- Really? - Mm.
Look...
...tell the truth, darling.
You know that was never gonna happen.
You attacked that orderly.
You wanna tell me what was going through your mind?
- The bridge of his nose. - This isn't you I'm talking to.
This is the drugs. I gotta get you out.
Shh, shh.
Easy, tiger. You know, the walls have ears and that, so...
Let's go for a walk and take the dog.
No, no, no. Sit.
Where are you go...?
You do know that they're keeping you topped up on drugs, don't you?
Only after I attack someone.
Every other time:
- Ria. - Emily. What are you doing here?
Where's my dad? Don't lie for him this time.
He never came home last night and his phone goes straight to voicemail.
He's trying to help out your friend's father.
This is probably a part of some plan. You know how your dad is.
He's done something crazy again, hasn't he?
You ready?
No. Not really.
- Out of the way. - Go ahead.
Move along.
- What is it? - Don't worry.
Let's just get them out of their rooms and outside.
- Loker. - Loker.
Get a pen, all right?
Yeah. What have you got?
No.
Dad?
Em? What are you doing there?
They said you were in the hospital.
Right. Put Loker back on the phone.
- But, Dad... - Don't argue with me.
Everything will be all right.
Go on. Please, Em.
Don't muck about.
Yeah, go ahead.
Right. Take this down, okay?
"Olanzapine...
...lamotrigene...
...lamotrigine...
...topiramate...
...lorazepam.
Chico."
No, I made that one up. That was a joke.
Oh, mate.
I'm high as a kite.
- They... What? They drugged you? - CAL: Yeah, love.
- Cal? - Yeah, what?
Dr. Lightman.
You got any painkillers? I've got a blinding headache.
Go quietly this time.
- Oh. Take it easy. Take it easy. - Bye, love. Okay.
Dad? Dad?
Forty-eight hours?
There's nothing I can do about that, Em. It's the law.
- Did he do this deliberately? - You'll have to ask him yourself.
- That means he did. - He's helping out your friend's father.
- Oh, so this is all my fault? - For asking for help? Emily, no.
I just wish he'd write books and teach.
And, I mean, even if he did do this on purpose, how could you let him?
Em, come on, sit down.
I know it sounds bad, but he's safe.
Even so, you're scared about something. What are you scared of?
You can see that?
Well, I guessed. Trick my dad taught me.
Your dad...
It seems like he's under a lot of stress.
I mean, there's more on his mind than usual.
Yeah, especially now.
Why would you say that?
- Next week is his birthday. - But he always stresses out about that.
That's why we pretend like it's not happening.
Yes, but my grandma died when she was 46...
...and he's turning 47.
All right, Dad?
What'd you do that for?
- I thought you wanted to have a chat. - Yeah, about what, mate?
I don't know. You tell me.
Bollocks, you don't know.
It wasn't all me, you know.
Your mother had something to do with it.
It takes two, as they say.
To do what? Go down to the pub and get drunk every night?
You come back rat-arsed, knock your wife and kid about?
Remember those holidays at the beach?
One holiday. One.
We stayed in a room above a pub and it rained the whole bloody time.
You know, it's not Mom I need to worry about taking after, is it? It's you.
Right?
You still here?
Good.
Let's keep it that way.
Silent night
Holy night
Where's Foster?
She's with Emily.
That is because you, bloody idiot that you are...
...told Em all about this, right?
None of the drugs you had me research...
...would have caused the reaction you're having.
- Keep checking. - They're sedatives.
They're mood stabilizers, they're not hallucinogens.
What do you know about my hallucinations?
Nothing. Just that you've been having them.
You think Foster would tell us?
What if, right, someone gave me...
...a cocktail of all those drugs?
Like in your food or in your drink?
- Yeah. - Hey.
Take this and sod off.
Are you stealing other patients' food, Dr. Lightman?
Excuse me?
- Those are my muffins. - His.
- They're my muffins. - Your muffins?
- These your muffins? - My muffins.
Oh, I'm sorry.
You know...
...these muffins might just turn out to be your problem, mate.
You are aware, Dr. Lightman...
...that this evaluation is to determine whether I can allow you...
...to leave the care of this hospital.
- Yes. - And you're telling me...
...the reason for your behavior is a homemade muffin.
He is.
And you know this because you ate one of these muffins.
Wayne Dobar has been eating them for years.
You believe that?
- His daughter makes them for him. - His daughter...
- ...all of 17, is poisoning him? - What?
No. She has no idea about any of this.
- What are you doing here? - I sent that muffin...
...for testing. But I also tested it myself, which ended up being a little faster.
Ever heard of the Salem witch trials?
Historians believe the Salem witch trials...
...were caused by a hallucinogenic fungus called ergot...
...which found its way into the winter bread supply.
All right, let's see how magical this muffin really is.
It's moist.
It's a little bitter.
Overall, it's not that bad.
Really? Mr. Fitzgerald. Mr. Fitzgerald said that to you?
Mr. Fitzgerald? Really?
So bread...
...or in this case, a muffin...
- ...is the perfect delivery system. - The same one you used on Wayne.
This is ridiculous.
- Come on, Amanda, let's go. - No, no, no. Wait, wait. Wait.
No, you're gonna love this bit, trust me.
Ta-da.
Dad?
Oh, my God.
Is this for real?
It's real, baby girl. It's real.
So she doctored the muffins to keep you talking to the trees, mate.
Each visit, another batch of magic muffins, right?
Why would I do that?
Wayne's half of the estate, for starters.
It's more than that, though, isn't it?
You hurt a little girl.
That's where I come in because I take that very, very personally.
Why did you do this to me, Gina?
The lifeblood of the estate are the horses.
I'm the one that takes care of them. Wayne's never understood them.
Right.
So you drugged Wayne to keep him away from the horses, right?
He ends up almost killing himself and his daughter.
Then they drag him off to the finger-painting academy for life.
Problem solved?
Here.
- Cor, what's that smell? - What smell?
Must be the ferry going by.
- What? - Nothing.
You know, we've been together all day...
...and you haven't mentioned being in the hospital once.
So tell me what happened.
I nicked one of Amanda's muffins.
Why would you do that?
Well, because it was just sitting there, you know, looking all tasty.
You deliberately got yourself admitted, didn't you?
- Says who? - I do.
And I'm mad.
I know.
Right. Look, if I had deliberately admitted myself, right...
...that would make me completely bloody bonkers, wouldn't it?
Is that what you think?
Yeah.
I saw your grandma because of that muffin.
And?
And you know how this all started out with me trying to help Amanda?
Well, I think it was her that really did me the favor, you know.
Well, did you and your mom talk?
- You think I got a screw loose, don't you? - You talked.
She wanted to know if you were like her.
Well, am I?
Hope so.
Little bit.
So do you think it was really her talking to you...
...or just you talking to yourself?
You been psychobabbling with Gillian?
Well, my dad's a lunatic. Ground me.
I bet she said a couple of days in that place was just what I needed, right?
- Just a couple? - Oi.
Enough of your lip.
So did you see anyone else in there?
- What, like who? - That's a no, then.
Yes.
I tell you what.
Loker got completely off his nut.
That was something to see. I got it on disk.
Ha, ha. A true compliment, coming from you.
Happy birthday, Dad.
I can't hear you.
Burnt.
My favorite.
Daylight dawns You wake up and you're Mr. Clean
A piece of toast from the one you love most And you leave
You catch your bus in the 8:00 rush
And catch your train in the morning rain Mr. Clean